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I cycled to Hawthorne before the dawn,
Saw a deer on Taxter Road leading a fawn.
I reached a field of the kids little League.
Waited for the train, too pumped for fatigue.
The train passed by lakes of Croton Falls,
At Ten Mile River I heard a bird’s calls
At Wassaic, calmed down on Deep Hollow Road,
By purple flowers, a little stream flowed.
I cycled due west, for an outdoor transfusion.
Wethersfield like Brigadoon, but not an illusion.
Up its hill I pedaled, a knight on a quest,
But the statues of centaurs looked unimpressed.
Fountains flowed and flowers bloomed bright,
Well-dressed couples in the courtyards admired the sight.
More statues, eagles and children and men
Could have spent more time, but if not now, when?
I took Schaefer Road, counted side roads till the fourth.
Then zoomed on the asphalt, on Smithfield Road north.
But what goes down must go up, to switch valleys you climb,
Though conversely what ascend must descend, in time.
[chorus]
When the roads are quiet, and above hawks play.
Down I swoop, a nearsighted bird of prey.
Fields spread wide, like a golden sea,
New places to explore, calling to me.
Skipped Salisbury, entered Sharon, took highway 41.
To Amenia and Hitchcock Corners, a load of fun
Down one last hill, was it me who gave a shout?
Stood on my pedals, like a kid let out.
[end]
Back in Wassaic, out drained the ninja esthetic.
Now back to my life, but that’s not so pathetic.
Six days I work, putting food on the table.
Then I’m a weekend warrior, to ride into this fable.
Twirling in a sea of polka dots
Blinded by a million zillion watts
He sees before him blinking spots
And there a field of forget-me-nots
A parading unicorn proudly trots
Leading a caravan of baby ocelots
Prancing through a hundred jolly tots
While exploding fireworks burst in shots
The evil queen she rots she squats
As her malefic revenge she plots
While he leisurely plays casino slots
His stomach churns all in knots
You see he has for you the hots
He’ll go he has his choice of yachts
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 8, 2019 for contest POLKA DOTS sponsored by EDWARD IBEH - RANKED 2ND
Enter, this way,
don't mind the dank shadow-crawling tunnel,
nothing has lived here for years.
Antechamber ahead, no need to crouch now.
In this chill hall you can admire a black moon
pinned to an even darker sky.
So far, you have just been reading my thoughts,
now you may discern my mouth and one bloodshot eye,
fear not, I am just a patchwork poet,
other parts of me are buried here and there.
In the next room you can talk to your own ears.
There is a musical box in the corner
where the sullen arias of snails and puppy dog tails
are endlessly edited.
Enter now this shambling duplex apartment, here
there are two of me, both leading a double life.
All available light can be controlled by a
dimmer switch. You will know where to find it,
it is implanted between ecstasy and loathing.
Relax, I have provided a bed of bones for you.
Unfortunately, moles have ravaged my writing tablet,
I can only scratch poetry on mole hills now,
however, the upturned earth is still rich and loamy,
and the little creatures tirelessly check my spelling,
even though I can hardly see my words anymore.
Please note, that these musings have been sent
by those supersonic bats that translate for us
a whole world of silence.
I didn’t know
I didn’t know your touch
Weary days of overcast thoughts
fill the hours with empty longings
Collections of petals for counting
she loves me, she loves me not
Wandering the world,
taking each day as it comes
Blinded by destinations,
desolate highways of dotted line futures
I didn’t know your smile
When eyes opened,
drenched in fate’s promises
Marigold fields whispered
on calling breezes
Shifting sunlight shadows
leading a desperate direction,
tempting my senses,
pulling me towards my every dream
I didn’t know your love
But it was there,
lingering on the horizon,
forming ripples in my heart,
caressing my skin
A constant feather tickling,
bringing happiness to a questioning man,
wondering if I should believe,
would it ever come
I only knew that I needed you
Then when you arrived
the truth became clear
As if I knew you all along,
the mirror of my existence,
that piece of me that was missing
I didn’t know your touch, your smile or your love,
I only knew that I needed you
and now I know I was right
A mere civil clerk, in his fifties; tall and bent,
Leading a calm life, with none any argument;
Albert Camus, in his well-known novel, the Plague,
Makes Joseph Grand, hero; though, visibly, seems vague...!
He could not succeed earning a decent income,
His conflicts with his wife, he could not overcome;
Thought of inconsequential nature filled his head,
Much were his complexes; he could not go-ahead...!
Strange plague breaks out in the tranquil town of Oran.
Brings great glories to degradation thereupon;
Not paying much thought to these, Joseph just exists,
Musing on his writing, un-begun, he turns; twists...!
When floods of plight start flowing above neck-level,
And smells of plague turn into scents of death-devil;
When kith of dead start rushing to register names,
Grand feels the zeitgeist as though moving toward flames...!
Foreseeing, with common sense, events that could dawn,
Joseph involves; and strategically moves on;
He maintains perfect records of the affected,
Service of doctors, hence, proceeds as they expected...!
He falls victim in this process of his service,
He recovers; though bodily weak, not nervous;
It does, no doubt, owe his stupendous faithfulness,
Oran, in its curing process, gains great progress...!
Though, till then, Joseph Grand thought his worth was nothing (?)
He understood, even a cog, means everything;
This thought, though did not create in him egotism,
No doubt, had sown in him, good seeds of altruism...!!!
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Turks swept into Smyrna, set it aflame
Europe stood watching—silence its stain.
Desperate Christians crowded the Quay
Hoping for ships to take them away.
The crowd was missing women of marriageable age
Turkish forces had taken them, lets close that page
Some men swam to the boats, but orders said no
Sailors with bayonets pushed them back to the flow.
So, in the hour of darkness, who could come?
A lowly YMCA director braved the Turkish guns
His name was Asa Jennings, went up high, made a plea
Got an eleven-day window for those remaining to flee.
The Greeks had just lost a war, and were afraid
Asa went to the Greek leader, who was hard to persuade
Asa threatened he'd uncode their communications
The failure to act would be displayed to the nations.
Asa also went to the Turkish leader Ataturk.
Predicted world revulsion, argument partly worked.
Ataturk ruled young men must stay, women could flee
Men must go to labor camps, far from the sea.
Asa was just the head of the YMCA
He didn't have official power, but he bluffed anyway.
He threatened, lied and cajoled
It took nerve, but fortune favors the bold.
Asa got the Greek navy, and merchant marine
Moved a 3rd of a million, from that deadly scene.
Then radio requests began, more and more:
Jennings directed more ships to the Aegean shore
A rescue of over a million lives
Children and old men, husbands and wives.
Some American naval officers also did their part
They all deserve remembrance, they all had heart.
Some would say this story is oversimplified
There were others who helped, took the refugees side
Halsey and Giannis played important roles
In saving so many desperate souls.
But picture this, one man in the right place and time
It may never happen again, in your life or mine.
Asa Jennings, leading a convoy, Old Glory flying high
refugees cheered and refugees cried.
Asa was a religious man, maybe that's what it takes
Later in Lausanne, he negotiated more breaks
The men in labor camps could go to Greece
A prisoner exchange, since now there was peace.
Asa died at 55, a short lifespan
But who of us could do as much, let's honor the man.
Comes from that within our being,
Of things felt, and not always seen.
This encompasses all things of most worth,
When describing all those born unto this earth.
All the looks and things we have,
Are not really us, and can’t bring happiness.
But what is in us, the good and true,
Is what defines the where and who.
I know that being happy is a goal,
Which is a thirst within each soul,
Which can only be quenched,
By leading a goodly life, and godly role.
There are many people who are examples to me,
Whom I want to emulate, what they emanate.
They are prophets, leaders, teachers, family and friends.
I want to not only be with them, but up to them.
The Spirit of God is what transforms and heals.
He has place in us, to reform, revise and reveal.
I want to live with Christ again, so I strive to let Him in.
With His hand to hold, He will always help me begin and win.
Lord, I need Thee to come make me new.
I am only here, to live and die for Thy love and truth.
Please, sanctify me with Thy proof, and justify with Thy Holy Spirit.
I need Thee to carry me into Thy holy sanctuary to inherit.
This is my quest, to do my very best, and let Thee have all that’s left,
To pass this my test, and return home with all thou hast promised.
To rest in Thy divine presence, in Heaven, ever growing,
Knowing, and showing Thee, my love for all, I’m eternally owing.
send out this poem to all that you know
Stop the cancer before it grows.
PINK
She was dressed all in pink to show her support
Of how she was one of the cancer victims
And how she had fought.
The cancer now in remission and she
Was leading a normal life
But no one knew of her struggles and strife.
It’s hard to imagine when you’re given that kind of news
We can treat the cancer, but a breast you will lose.
You feel violated and raped by that word
This was something that other people heard. (not me)
Breast cancer has no preference to whether
your yellow, Black or white - male or female
We all have to fight.
You hear about it every day- and it affects
us all in a different way.
You may think that it’s just muscle and tissue taken away
But ask a victim and see what they say.
A MAMMOGRAM AND ULTRA SOUND IS THE KEY
TO HELP YOU LIVE CANCER FREE.
Y-our quest starts over again,
L-etting you search for glory;
L-ife everlasting in heaven
A-voids those sinning against the Almighty.
Q-uest has started over again
U-ntil you find forgiveness;
E-ndless joy is for the holy,
Z-est shall curse the heartless.
O-nce quest starts over again, it means you haven't found yet;
N-o place in blissful abode those who don't forgive and forget.
P-iles of mistakes and faults
A-re rolled into one big thorn;
N-ever ignore leading a new life,
S-eptember twenty-sixth morn.
A-s you still seek pure delight,
C-onfusion might have no end;
U-sing the message of truth,
L-et your quest start over
A-gain.
Ecclesiastes 9:10
“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.”
"Incentive to work well is nothing more or less than faith in action."
Quote by Henry Chester
That exuberant feeling deep down inside,
It isn’t energy and not quite pride.
To complete acts of grandeur it sets the mind reeling.
Deep down inside there is that exuberant feeling.
Knowing this you will achieve, in success you will bask.
It’s a feeling of confidence that you can handle the task.
An incentive of willpower to drive what you believe.
In success you will bask knowing this you will achieve.
It’s when you feel eager for a well-considered attempt.
Faith that you can conquer with all hesitations exempt.
Its absent when the effort given to a project was meager.
For a well-considered attempt, it’s when you feel eager.
Enthusiasm, a grand word, it came from the Greek nation.
Its meaning is “God within” which needs no explanation.
The faith that you have will keep your soul stirred.
It came from the Greek nation, enthusiasm, a grand word.
We will be immensely engaged in activities we enjoy,
It’s no effort for full assertiveness to employ.
With enthusiasm our full capability will be uncaged.
In activities we enjoy we will be immensely engaged.
There will be no circumvention, nothing subdued.
Living with genuine enthusiasm is having a positive attitude.
Its essential for leading a meaningful life with good intention.
Nothing subdued, there will be no circumvention.
Most children have a degree of enthusiasm at will.
An eagerness and faith that there is nothing they cannot fulfill.
A concept the fortunate will retain through adulthood to be.
Of enthusiasm at will most children have a degree.
When enthusiasm is there, it takes away drudgery from deeds.
It creates delight and incentive to the most mundane needs.
God within our very soul, faith that we can achieve whatever we dare.
It takes away drudgery from deeds when Enthusiasm is there.